The Pissing Potion

Note: This story revolves around urination, humiliation, and aftercare. Though no physical contact is made between our two leads, our protagonist does get naked and reach climax.
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If the girl you loved asked you to do something crazy, what's the cutoff point for how crazy you're willing to go?
What if she didn't even know you loved her? As far as she could tell, you were and are nothing more or less than her longtime childhood friend. She trusts and appreciates you, definitely likes you as a brother.
Yeah, who am I kidding? This is not a hypothetical situation I'm describing. It's a question I had to ask myself when I least expected to. Turns out doing something crazy might actually have lasting effects. Imagine that.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Finnaen, and I take on low-level monster hunts for a living. In the grand city of Serres, monsters are rarely much of an issue, but if I want to work my way up to dealing with dragons - or even just a small army of goblins, for that matter - I have to start somewhere. Fending off slimes and wolves from the city's outskirts isn't the most glamorous job in the world, but hey. I'm not a particularly glamorous guy. The pay's good, and that's what matters.
No, if anything, my side gig that I do for absolutely zero pay is decisively more dangerous than even the fiercest jackrabbit could ever hope to be. And I don't think there's anything in the world that could convince me to stop.
As it happens, Althia - my best friend since childhood - runs an unassuming potion shop on the edge of town: Boundless Brews. She concocts them all herself and everything. Always been fascinated by things like that, she has been. But you know how potions get. Volatile, unpredictable, and then of course you have to ingest the things. Althia needs to make sure each and every recipe is safe before putting them on the market.
That's where I come in.
By her own repeated admission, she's more than happy to test new potions herself. But I insisted on being her guinea pig instead. Why? Well, partly because I'm an idiot who can't say no to her. But also because I've seen firsthand how some of her early experiments went awry.
There was the time she turned herself blue for a week making a potion of heat resistance. Or when a dexterity supplement accidentally gave her a tail (which, admittedly, was kind of cute). But the worst was when an antidote went seriously wrong and left her bedridden for days, hallucinating and feverish. I stayed by her side the whole time, trying my best to not show how terrified I was at the possibility of losing her.
After that, I put my foot down. "Let me test them," I said. "I'm hardier than you, and my job's less demanding. If something goes wrong, you can still run the shop while I recover."
She agreed, reluctantly at first. But over time, it became our routine. Every few weeks, I'd come to the shop, and she'd have one or two new ideas she needed to test out.
Plus, if I'm being honest, there's a part of me that enjoys it. The knowledge that I'm keeping dangerous substances away from others. The thrill of not knowing what's going to happen next. The rare glint in Althia's eyes when she can acquire data on her latest big idea... There's just no beating that.
Anyway, one balmy afternoon, I strolled into Boundless Brews. Althia hadn't invited me today, but I wanted to see how my best friend was doing. Business didn't necessarily seem to be booming, but hey, as long as there are customers, the store's doing something right.
Althia attended to the customers, and if she knew I was here, she made no indication. She always preferred to take things one at a time, and I understood that her focus was already elsewhere before I showed up unannounced. I could be her actual best friend and she wouldn't attend to me until she had attended to everyone else. Fair enough.
So I waited until it was my turn. Althia's eyebrows perked up when she noticed the figure she'd held off on acknowledging was me.
"Oh, Finnaen," she acknowledged. "I'm glad you're here."
Her face remained stoic and her tone came deadpan as she spoke. Despite her usual tendency to keep her emotions at a low volume, however, I could tell she honestly meant it by that small shift in her expression. I smiled.
"Glad to be here," I told her. "Had some free time, figured I might as well see how you're doing."
"As well as can be," Althia stated. "Actually, if you're willing to help me test out a more experimental brew, I would greatly appreciate your help."
"Sounds good. Should I come back when the shop closes, then?"
Althia looked around the shopfront, devoid of attendance besides the two of us. "We can start now, if you wish. I can put up the Out To Lunch sign."
Always to-the-point. "Sure. If anything goes awry, starting sooner would help any side effects wear off sooner."
"Do you doubt my abilities?" Althia challenged.
"You know I don't," I spoke with half a grin, bursa merkez escort half a groan.
"Naturally. I am simply teasing," she said dully. "Very well. Let's go."
With a slight tilt of her head towards the back, she headed to the Employees Only section. Noticing that she forgot to actually put up the Out To Lunch sign, I did so for her as I followed.
We descended down the stairs in the back room, deep into the shop's basement. The wooden steps creaked beneath our feet, and the air felt notably cooler with each step. The smell of herbs and chemicals grew sharper, and the natural sunlight faded to be replaced by the light of the torches lining the spiral staircase, constantly burning by means of magic. My heart pounded as I guessed what Althia might have in store for me today.
Althia's laboratory was, to put it in a word, hers. The well-organized and decorated storefront of Boundless Brews always felt like a formality compared to the barely-controlled chaos of her personal space. Ingredients, glassware, and recipe papers always seemed to be wherever Althia set them down, and never moved from those spots unless she needed them later. She claimed to know exactly where each and every thing she needed was at any given point, and I can't recall any moment that would disprove the notion.
Still, the familiarity of it comforted me. Despite the myriad mishaps that had befallen me within this room, it was Althia's.
"Today's potion prototype is an unorthodox one," Althia began. "But I've come to the conclusion that it may hold more practical usages than one may expect. If I can market it properly, it may prove to be an incredibly lucrative product."
"Interesting. What have you got for me?" I asked readily.
"A pissing potion," she said point-blank.
I blinked. Then dug my finger in my ear. Honestly, there was about a 50/50 chance I heard that right.
"Yes. A pissing potion," Althia repeated. "Upon consumption, it will force the drinker to urinate."
By no means did I want to doubt my dear beloved friend, but sometimes she made that very difficult. "Alright, I'll bite. What practical use could that possibly have?"
Althia tilted her head ever-so-slightly to the side. "Are you honestly telling me you can't think of even one?"
"Maybe to force poison out, but I feel like vomiting does that a lot more effectively," I admitted.
"You are correct in that assertion," Althia told me. "However, consider that you may have a long commitment, and want to ensure that you don't have to go in the middle of that. Drinking this beforehand will assure that doesn't happen."
"I mean, sure, I guess."
"Some find themselves having accidents while asleep. Drinking this beforehand will assure that doesn't happen," Althia continued. "Also consider people who have trouble urinating for medical reasons. This would alleviate such issues. On a more malicious note, tricking or forcing your enemies to drink it would of course leave them quite embarrassed."
"Or maybe even incapacitated for a bit," I added, considering the potential applications in combat. "Depending on how much it affects monsters, at any rate."
"Oh Finnaen. So naive," Althia said, her tone deviating only slightly to the point where even I couldn't tell if she was teasing me in a playful way or a genuinely patronizing way. "Lastly, I'm well aware that there are people who derive arousal from urination occurring during coitus. This potion would practically ensure they keep coming back to my store."
"Er... I suppose." Hearing Althia mention 'coitus' in her usual clinical way affected me more than either of us probably realized. Thank the gods she never had me test an arousal potion or something - she'd mentioned ethical concerns, which seemed a bit inconsistent after the part about making your enemies piss themselves. I guess somewhere there's a line not to cross. Fair enough.
"Are you one of those people, Finnaen?" Althia suddenly asked.
"What? No!"
"You're blushing."
"Because that is an awkward thought to suddenly thrust into someone's brain, Althia," I scolded.
"Ah. My apologies." She walked up to a workbench and grabbed an unassuming bottle full of green liquid. Not usually as tasty as her blue potions, but better than the purple ones. "Anyway, I'd like you to test this. It's a delicate process, and even after my painstakingly determining the ratios of each ingredient, well, better safe than sorry."
Right. I was here to test this thing, not just balk at what a bizarre concept it seemed to be. Though I found myself comfortable doing the latter, even if just in my thoughts. What inspired her to make this? Should this really be for sale in an over-the-counter potion shop? Was I really about to drink this on purpose, even if it was for Althia?
She looked up at me with those big purple eyes. Of course I was going to drink this on purpose. It's for Althia!
I sighed and accepted the bottle of bursa escort kızlar green liquid. Subconsciously, I swiped my thumb along the scar on my left brow: a prize from the time I saved Althia from a rabid neighborhood cat when we were kids. After uncorking the bottle, I brought it to my nose, smelling it so I knew ahead of time what it might taste like. Never again will I slam a potion back without making sure I won't immediately ralph it back out. It smelled pretty decent actually: a natural, almost earthy but almost sweet scent.
"Bottoms up," I smiled before gulping down the potion.
"Is the taste satisfactory?" Althia automatically inquired.
"Seven out of ten." She likes it when I quantify my reactions so she can compare numbers later on. I'll never tell her that I don't think too hard about the numbers I give her and mostly go off gut instinct.
Althia wrote something down on her notepad. "Let me know when you begin to feel any sort of effects."
That very second, I noticed some kind of stirring in my lower abdomen. "I think it's starting. I don't feel anything strong yet, but-"
All of a sudden, an unrelenting pressure slammed into me, like a dam ready to burst. My eyes went wide as an instant panic set in. Beads of sweat prickled my forehead, and I had trouble breathing without actively trying to. I caught my hands instinctively moving towards my groin, as if that would do anything to alleviate the situation.
"Damn it, there it is!" I looked around the laboratory. "Do you have a bucket or something I can, you know, pee into?"
"...Right. Since this was a spur-of-the-moment test, I neglected to have one at the ready," Althia answered.
"Well, where am I supposed to-?!" I caught sight of an empty glass flask, so I ran up to it.
"Don't use that," Althia told me. "I need that."
"You can clean it later! I need to-!"
I looked Althia in the eyes. She was serious. Not that my situation wasn't serious, but if the circumstance I've found myself in is any indication, I'll do a lot of irrational things just because Althia asks me to.
Althia tapped her quill idly against the pages of her notebook. "Please describe the sensations you feel in detail."
"Like I really need to go, what do you think I'm feeling?!"
Althia nodded as she wrote something down. Did she not realize how desperately I needed to find something to relieve myself into?! By the gods, I was really in this situation in front of Althia. I knew that would be the case of course, but actually being in this scenario instilled a chilling fear into me. Could she ever see me the same way again after all this? And where the fuck was I going to pee, damn it?!
"Althia, please, is there anything I can use?!" I felt a warm patch start to form on my trousers. Please, please no!
"I'm afraid not. Please describe the sensations you feel in detail," she repeated.
I couldn't take it anymore. Holding it in any longer could have killed me; or at least I'm pretty sure I heard it can do that. My fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and I turned around, pulled my prick out from my trousers, and let loose on the floor. The rippling waves of relief that flowed through my veins, alleviated my worries at least in part. I swear I think I moaned and tilted my head back.
My physiological needs outweighed my psychological, but as I just about finished, I realized what I'd been doing. I slowly turned around to see Althia rapidly taking notes.
"Fascinating. The effects appear potent enough for you to eschew polite etiquette," Althia commented.
"Yeah, it was like..." My heart still pounded, and I had to take a second to find the words. "I mean, you've had to hold it before, right? For hours? It felt like that. Uh, sorry about the floor. I'll clean it."
"I'll do so later. It's my responsibility for neglecting to provide a basin of some sort," Althia denied. "Do you feel anything else of note? Anything at all, no matter how unrelated it may seem?"
With the adrenaline still flowing through me, with my heart still pounding and the blood still flowing, I felt my smallclothes getting a lot tighter. But was I really about to admit that? It could be relevant, but...
Eh, it's important to her that she have all the information.
"I'm... Well, there's no other way to say it, but I'm hard," I admitted.
"Mhm, that's to be expected," Althia nodded nonchalantly, eyes still trained on her notes. "I included ginseng, nutmeg, cloves, and ginger in the recipe; both for taste and for their effects as mild aphrodisiacs. Among other things. Stimulating the groin, by my hypothesis, helps achieve the desired effect of the potion."
"That does make sense," I agreed. Although I had to wonder what those other things were, because this started to feel less like one of those incidental, apropos of nothing moments, and more like one of those 'I'm excited because exciting things are happening' moments.
Was it all because of the potion? The relief of the effects passing by me? Was it because Althia was there? Hells if I knew, but I was starting to get really worked up. Almost to the point where it was becoming an emergency of its own.
"Althia, I..." I really wanted to give her the data she wanted, but what if this had less to do with the potion and more to do with my feelings for her?
"Yes?" Althia glanced up from her notes, looking at me expectantly.
"I... just wanted to know if there's anything else you needed to know." Even I could sense that my body language had grown more erratic, shifting uncomfortably and scratching my forehead.
"The effects may persist a bit longer than was outright intended," Althia mentioned. "If you leave now, please give me a detailed report on anything you feel may be of note. Or even things you feel may not be."
"...Wait, huh?" I looked at her with disbelief. "What do you mean 'the effects may persist'?"
"I'm referring to the realistic chance that you may be seized with a compulsion to relieve yourself again at a later time," Althia mentioned.
"I thought the whole point of this thing was to make it a one-and-done!" I objected. "For health reasons or whatever!"
"Why do you think we're testing it, Finnaen?" Althia asked neutrally. "To make sure that it is, as you say, a one-and-done occurrence. If not, I'll adjust the formula accordingly. We've done this countless times before, so I know you're well aware of the process." She wrote something down, which definitely didn't make me feel self-conscious.
I don't know if it was some weird placebo, or if she was right on the money in her prediction, but, behind how bizarrely horny I'd become, I felt like I might, in fact, need to pee again.
"Well, at that point, I might as well stay here," I sighed. "Just in case."
"That may prove prudent," Althia stated. "I will see if I can locate a basin. Just in case." She hopped off her seat and headed for the staircase leading back up to the storefront. "Please do not touch anything while I am away."
Believe me, I was trying my best not to touch something right now.
The second Althia left, I caught myself subconsciously stroking myself above my trousers. For whatever reason, I was straight-up aroused, and it didn't seem like it was going away on its own. I wanted nothing more than to just deal with it, but I had no idea how quickly it would take Althia to find what she was looking for and come back. Also I had nowhere to, well, finish.
I decided that sitting down on the chair from which Althia took her notes would be harmless enough, even if it was technically me touching something. There was an equally likely chance that Althia would be cross with me for disobeying her direction, or confused that I didn't bother sitting when she was away. Better to ask forgiveness than permission sometimes.
But fuck, I really needed to do something about the state I was in.
You know how, when you really, really want to do something you know you probably shouldn't, you start rationalizing it in your mind? Coming up with coherent reasons as to why it might be alright actually. It didn't take long for that to happen. It's all just an effect of the potion, I told myself. Althia would understand. It's not like you didn't already spray bodily fluids all over her floor. Yeah, I was desperate enough that thoughts like that started to make sense. I like to think I'm a moderate guy, but I swear, I've seen recovering alcoholics deny their urges with more cogency.
Fuck it. The body needs what the body needs. And mine hadn't needed this badly since I was a teenager.
I stood up off the chair and walked towards the unfortunate puddle I'd made before. Sorry, Althia, but like you said, we've done this countless times before. You know the process. And to be fair, I did offer to clean up.
Pulling my trousers down just enough to let Little Finnaen breathe, my hand immediately grasped onto my shaft, stroking urgently. I had trouble conjuring any memories or fantasies that might help get me through it any quicker, but at this point, just this bit of physical stimulation seemed enough.
Semi-related, but that placebo effect where I felt like I needed to pee again had not gone away. In fact, it had become more noticeable. But, as I'm sure you've gathered by now, I was not exactly in a state where I had much particular concern for the consequences of my actions.
Gods, I hoped Althia didn't come back and see me like this.
Gods, I hoped she would.
Althia...
Just imagining her face for but a few moments was enough to really awaken the beast. Another surge of aroused adrenaline smacked me as I caught myself groaning and cursing.
Althia...
Despite how she'd probably object to such a notion, she was the most clever, beautiful woman I'd had the pleasure of knowing. I was doing this for her. It was all for her!
Althia...
Althia...
Althia...
"Finnaen?"
My eyes shot open at the sound of Althia's voice. A jolt surged through my body. I was barely lucid enough to comprehend that she was really there, but just the concept of the thought of her seeing me released some dark latch in my subconscious.